Lynn stopped doing push-ups, holding herself up with shaky arms somewhere around thirty-four. Hmm. Hmm. The old proverb rung in her head, and she mulled over another caveat. Those Injuns probably couldn't afford to kill off ALL their hunting dogs, now could they? Low-risk. Good way to stick it to these gilded cage, PITY assholes (who were currently wearing the face of Dick Wheatment) without running the chance of fucking up her probation. Yeah, yeah that'd work. That'd work real nice, wouldn't it. Lynn brought her knees up, standing up calm and slow. She'd been listening to Erica-eh, kinda cute, but something just seemed [i]off[/i] about her, Lynn couldn't tell just what. Still, trusting her instincts had gotten her pretty far, and she resolved to keep an eye on the confrontational chick. Besides, she couldn't run the risk of having her "most anti-authoritarian" superlative snubbed by anybody else, now could she. "Here's an idea," Lynn muttered to the other students. Likely loud enough for the teacher to here, but she didn't particularly care. "Given that we're the only damned ones who showed up, I'm not exactly appreciating this level of assholery this early in the morning. I vote we walk out, I don't have another class until...." Lynn paused, trying to remember. She had ignored most of the papers they'd handed her at check-in for a variety of reasons. Publically? Apathy. Privately? Lots of words she didn't know. The fuck was an itinerary? "...until i find my schedule again." she glanced at Casper, trying to size up if this little gambit would blow up in her face or not. She figured these three were pissed enough to be willing to walk out with her, and that would at least gain her some cohorts. If they brought the hammer down on them, it wouldn't be just on her-and that might be a saving grace if probationary hearings came 'round. Not only that, she'd earn a few allies. Lynn wasn't really feeling the love for anybody here, but it never hurt to earn somebody's respect. It'd be a good way to weed out the little bitches from the cool kids, anyways. A little voice in the back of her head that had an eerie resemblance to the juvy center's therapist piped up. [i]Maybe you'll even make some friends![/i] Yeah, I'll be pissing friendship by the time fall semester's done. "Let's go," Lynn said, not waiting for a response. Looked a little cooler that way, and might galvanize them into tagging along-if she lingered, she'd jut draw Rick's ire, and that might shake some people off. She kneeled down, grabbing her sweatshirt and throwing it over a shoulder. "Did I say you could be finished, missy?" Rick barked. Eh. She might as well get kicked out for something worthwhile. "Your boyfriend has to say that a lot, doesn't he?" Lynn snapped back, walking off the turf and sizing up the facilities. If her vague recollection of her schedule held true, she really didn't have a class for a few more hours. In the future, that slot would probably be occupied by detention-assuming they let her stay at the school-but hey, whatever. She wasn't about to sit there and take that kind of treatment. Hell no. Lynn walked off, ignoring Rick's rather vengeful responses. It took a lot to rattle Lynn-she'd heard and seen worse stuff than most could put together on the fly-and it showed as she sauntered off, cool and steady. If somebody else wanted to join her one-woman army of dropouts, all the better. If not, she'd find someplace quiet to smoke and count the hours til that bus came back. "Shoulda taken Snakes up on that offer," Lynn muttered under her breath.